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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Note (02/07/13)

TITLE: A Tisket, A Tasket
By RuthAnn Cornelson


“A tisket a tasket a red and yellow basket, I wrote a letter to my love and on the way I dropped it. I dropped it.”

The young woman sitting on the park bench heard the children behind her chanting the almost forgotten tune. I dropped it, I DROPPED IT! Sandra shook her head, sandy blonde curls brushing her shoulders. “Like the warm sand on the beach”, he used to say, watching the silken strands slide through his fingers.

But he hadn't been her love. Not really. She’d wanted him to be but he never said anything and she was too shy to make the first move. They were friends, then during senior year they started spending more time together, getting closer, always on the cusp of friendship, almost falling off and into love, but holding back. Sandra knew she was in love with Matt but if he loved her he would have told her, right? But he didn't.

And then graduation came. He was going away to boot camp clear across the country. She was staying right here. They avoided talking about it. Sandra couldn't imagine what it would be like not to see his smile every day or hear his deep, smooth voice, like melted chocolate flowing over her. Her heart was being ripped apart and he hadn't even left yet.

He’d asked her to have dinner with him the night before he left. It was a somber, quick dinner. At her door later he put his hand on her shoulder, touching her hair, watching the silky strands sift down through his fingers. “Sandy,” his voice was husky. She couldn't tell if he was describing her hair or saying her name. She looked at him, waiting, memorizing every flake of gold and brown in his hazel eyes.

He reached down for her hand. She loved the feel of his big hand closing around hers, so safe, protected. He spoke quietly, “I have been trying to picture what it’s going to be like to not see you every day, but I can’t. I don’t want to.” He paused, “I have to leave, but I can’t go without telling you this.” He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, “I love you.”

Her eyes were wide, staring into his, unblinking. He smiled his slow, heart-stopping smile and moved closer, leaning down to kiss her, a soft, gentle kiss, lingering just a moment, waiting for her response. She couldn't move.

He stepped back, a slightly puzzled look in his eyes. He spoke earnestly, “I want to come back and start a new relationship with you - you and me, a couple. Will you wait for me, give me that chance?”

Everything in her screamed, “Yes! I love you too!” But her throat was dry and only a squeak came out. Her eyes stung. She closed them, shaking her head to quiet the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. After a moment she felt a wide smile breaking through. Her heart was singing with joy. She opened her eyes to tell him. But he wasn't there.

She heard the car pulling away from the curb and ran, waving, but it was dark, he didn't see her.

In her room she pulled out a sheet of paper, sat down on her bed and started writing, “Dear Matt, I love you too!” Tears ran down her face. She explained how stunned she had been, how much she had longed and prayed for that moment but then, when it came, she couldn't speak. She wrote that of course she would wait for him. She folded the note carefully, planning to go to the train station and give it to him before he left.

Sandra fell asleep smiling, thanking God for answering her prayer. Suddenly it was morning. She would have to hurry to get to the station in time. After carefully tucking the note into her purse she rushed to the car and drove to the station.

There he was, on the platform, stepping onto the train. “Matt!” she yelled, running to him. He turned, eyebrows drawing together in puzzlement. She held the note out to him. “Matt, please read this. It will explain everything.”

The train started moving. He didn't reach for the note. It fell out of her hand onto the tracks. When she looked up, he was gone.

A tear rolled down the woman’s cheek. He never knew.
God has written a love letter to us, the Bible. Read it and discover how much He loves you. He wants you to know.

Jeremiah 31:3
The LORD appeared to him from afar, saying, “I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness. (NASB)

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Laura Hawbaker02/18/13
You kept my interest through the story, waiting to see how it would turn out. Sad, but that is life sometimes.
Joanne Sher 02/19/13
Heartwarming, tearjerking. Beautiful.
Judith Gayle Smith02/20/13
Heartbreakingly poignant. I pray you will continue with Sandy - and that she is reunited with her beloved. Your story positively begs for a sequel . . .
Bea Edwards 02/20/13
I liked how you incorporated the nursery rhyme into your story. It was an interesting well written tale that deserves another chapter where the hero rescues his damsel from loneliness.
lynn gipson 02/20/13
Oh, this is really good. Sad ending but really touching and kept my rapt attention from the beginning. Why, oh, why didn't he just take the note? MEN!
Excellent story.
lynn gipson 02/20/13
One more thing. Please don't it end there. Have them meet again sometime in life. Just sayin'
Danielle King 02/21/13
Oh... How mean of you to leave us dangling like that. I was hoping the train would break down before it left the station. However, this was a good story with lots of 'will she - won't she,' suspense, but I particularly like the end paragraph about God's love for us.
Noel Mitaxa 02/22/13
Where is a 1500-word limit when you need one? I have to agree - you have sentenced yourself to treating us to at least one more instalment of this tale of love being stretched - along with our hopes for them.
Even so, I like the way you closed it off - at least this part.
Great writing.